There's been a change in Aunt Deb, we've noticed her of late. She always reading history or jotting down some date. She's tracking back the family, we'll all have pedigrees. Oh, Aunt Deb's got a hobby - she's climbing FAMILY TREES. 

Poor Jeffery does the cooking now, or so he states, that worst of all, he has to wash the cups and dinner plates. Aunt Deb can't be bothered, she busy as a bee. Compiling genealogy for the FAMILY TREE. She has no time to babysit, the curtains are a fright, no buttons left on Jeffery's shirt, the flower beds a sight. She's given up her club work and the soaps on TV, The only thing she does nowadays is climb the FAMILY TREE. 

She goes down to the courthouse and studies ancient lore, We know more about our forebears than we ever knew before. The books are old and dusty, they make poor Aunt Deb sneeze. A minor irritation when you're climbing the FAMILY TREE. 

The mail is all for Aunt Deb, it comes from near and far, She's looking for the proof she needs to join the D.A.R. A monumental project we all do agree, all from climbing up the FAMILY TREE. 

Now some folks came from Scotland, some from Galway Bay, some were French as pastry, some German all the way. Some went West to stake there claims, some stayed there by the sea. Aunt Deb hopes to find them all, as she climbs the FAMILY TREE. 

She wanders through the graveyard in search of date and name. The rich, the poor, the in-between, all sleeping there the same. She pauses now and then to rest, fanned by a gentle breeze, that blows above the Fathers of all our FAMILY TREES. 

There are pioneers and patriots, mixed in our kith and kin, who blazed the paths of wilderness and fought through thick and thin. But none more staunch than Aunt Deb, whose eyes light up with glee, each time she finds a missing branch for the FAMILY TREE. 

Their skills were wide and varied, from carpenter to cook, and one, alas, the records show, was hopelessly a crook. Blacksmith, weaver, farmer, judge -some tutored for a fee. Once lost in time, now all recorded on the FAMILY TREE. 

To some it's just a hobby, to Aunt Deb it's much more, She learns the joys and heartaches of those that went before. They loved, they lost, they laughed, they wept - and now, for you and me, They live again in spirit, around the FAMILY TREE. 

At last she's nearly finished and we are each exposed, life will be the same again, this we all supposed. Aunt Deb will cook and sew, serve cookies with our tea. We'll all be fat, just as before the wretched FAMILY TREE.